Checking on her

spock_profile_2Our humans leave the house every week day in the morning saying they go to work because they need money to provide for us. I really don’t think that our groceries are that expensive, but let’s say that I believe their excuses. Still we were curious where does she work and what is she doing the whole day. So we came up with an ingenious plan to check on her, taking advantage of the fact that our vet is near her office.

First thing, one of us had to pretend being sick. I mean you don’t just go to the vet and pay € 40 to have a chit chat about the weather. As we are not at all good actors, we were just waiting for a minor thing to show up so we could make a big deal out of it and require a trip to the vet. I know, a little bit cruel from us, but we had to do it.

I was the chosen one. By the faith or by the all-mighty-guinea-pig-god-in-whom-I-do-not-believe. A small fatty lump grew on my back and I somehow had to pretend to stay still and let the HF find it. She was shocked and hyperventilating for a moment, but then all her good sense came back and she assessed it might be only a fatty lump. So let’s not panic, but let’s have an appointment with the vet.

The Z day was a rainy one (no surprise for Belgium!). The HM had the honour to transport me to the HF office and then I had the second part of the trip in her company. We’ve waited a little to the vet and this was a good opportunity to hear dogs barking and cats meowing. I am grateful we don’t have such companions in the house! Anyway, to calm me down, she took me out of my transport box and cuddled me for about 10 minutes. It was quite nice. At home I am too busy with Data, but there I had the time to let her do it…

Then the vet saw me and confirmed what I already knew: that I was a healthy boy and that lump was nothing to worry about. The HF paid and off we went to her office to wait for my private transporter to come and pick me.

While I was waiting, I was placed on the HF desk and she cuddled me more. She also introduced me to her colleagues and took photos of me sitting quietly on her desk.


From my part, I had the opportunity to realise that she is not super busy at work so she should not complain of being tired at home! Moreover, I really believe there is something missing from her desk: some guinea pig poop. But I like that she has photos of us close to her. And her job seems boring, so I rather let her work and us to stay home and enjoy life.

Have you ever visited your humans at work?


The great adventure

guinea_pigs_tales_worf_profileFriday we’d been in the city by tram! Imagine this!

I was so scared all the time… But I’m always scared when I see humans because I have the impression they are going to eat me. Honestly now, they are so big. I understand we need servants as a ruling species that we are, but I would prefer something smaller like a cat or a dog.

Back, to our tram trip, we had to go to the vet. Again! This time to another vet, a lady that is close to the city centre. Our humans thought our usual vet was not doing a great job and decided to have a second opinion. And our official transporter (Kirk’s godfather) was working and couldn’t help us… So we had to take the tram, like all the common humans. Degrading!

Anyhow, from the moment the human male put me in my transport box, I froze.  At some point, after settling in the tram, I relaxed a little and chewed some hay. The human female joined us also at some point and, after commuting to another tram and 5 minutes’ walk, we arrived at the clinic.

The lady at the front desk asked a lot of questions! I was even surprised she had not asked about the shoe size of the humans… She was even decided to weight us, but our servants were prepared and delivered our weight exactly. We had to wait for 10 minutes and to endure a lot of cat and dog smell, but the human vet proved to be nice.

She started with Data, while I was chewing hay on her desk. Literally. In my transport box, of course. I heard him wheeking, but I said to myself he should be fine. After all, he is a big boy of over one kilo. The lady vet checked his ears and the crust on them and noticed immediately that there was something strange in his fur in the butt area. The human supposed it was from the wood house, but she said it was lice. She even took some fur from him and provoked his shout. 😀 This explains his dry skin on the ears and his rare small cries.

When my turn came, I decided to run. I was so scared! There was a human that I had never seen before… She checked me all over and noticed I had lice also. And agreed I may have ringworm, so she gave her opinion over the treatment and added something to protect my liver.

Going back home was another adventure! But not before the human paid a large amount of money for lice treatment for four piggies (Spock & Kirk have to take it also). We’ve got the chance to stay in the grass while waiting the tram. True, in our transport boxes, but still it was grass! A lot of people came to see what we were and asked about us. I felt like a little star. Frightened, but a VIP!

We’ve got our first round of treatment on Saturday, but I think one of the others will tell you about it. I must go now and check on the humans because they feel very stupid for they believed for two months that our lice were wood debris…

By the way, this is me after the treatment, being scared of humans and trying to run away no matter where.


The vet strikes again

guinea_pigs_tales_worf_profileThey took me to the vet again! And not only me, but my poop also. Definitely our humans have no limits regarding the ways they can embarrass me… Again, the human male was the one taking me, but the human female was the one orchestrating everything, so I swear I’ll stop talking with her for a while.

So, around 15:00h the human male searched among my poop and picked two or three. That was weird… After 20 minutes, he came back, woke me up and put me in the transport box. The vet is not far and the human chose to walk. Have you ever been in a small plastic box hanging in the hand of a human servant while cars were passing by? Not fun at all!

When we arrived in the waiting room, the human remembered I am little and skittish and opened my box and petted me a little. I got some courage and got up on the box to look around. There was a bird with a broken finger… And then a big dog arrived and I thought it would be better to hide, so I went back in the box.

Around 16:00h I got in to the doctor’s cabinet. Seeing him for the second time in two months was for sure not a pleasure! And this feeling got worst when he started his routine. This time he really paid attention to my humans’ demands and checked everything: nose, ears, teeth, butt… But the worst part was when he started palpating me to check my internal organs. Man, don’t you see how small I am?! And haven’t you noticed the huge hands you have?! I was weeking from the bottom of my lungs.

That was not all! He took my poop (My poop!!!) and started to analyse it. I was so ashamed! I think I even blushed, but thanks to all gods that I have black fur and no one noticed. I could have told him from the beginning that I have nothing weird in my poop, it’s lose because I do not like chewing hay. Human, have you heard me?! I do not like hay! I want fresh grass! (I still need to develop my manipulative skills…)

The verdict was clear: nothing in my poop, just some stubbornness. And a fungus on my skin that requires treatment, but nothing very bad. So now I’m back to sucking things from a syringe. And, as you can see, I am upset!